Thought of the Day

I don't believe in morality, but I believe in ethical conduct as set out by His Holiness the Dalai Lama: "Ethical conduct = a way of behaving that respects others’ right to be happy".

Tuesday 28 November 2006

The Sloth is a Slob

I have been feeling like a sloth or a koala recently: in constant need of energy to manage to go through the day. The result: me hanging around the house purposelessly and miserably. Lofty renamed me a slob. : (
Last week I had migraine (with all its consequences: black mood, nausea, etc) for three days. I consulted all the headache centre websites and used all the tricks in my knowledge, including drinking plenty of water, sticking my head under a chilly shower, (reluctantly) taking tablets, massaging my neck, wrapping a wet bandage around my forehead, etc., but the pain was still there: subtle and familiar, but immanently present. By the end of the third day I was exhausted and at several times I busted into tears. On Saturday I had the so-longed-for SPA Day. It could not have come at a better moment! It helped me a lot, but by the end of the day I was still feeling weird… The day after one of my suspects were confirmed: I got my period. I am pretty sure that I have been victim of the so-called pre-menstrual syndrome. I mean, I know I am prone to headaches and migraines because I have suffered from them all my life (I remember my travel sickness experiences as a young girl and my child headaches, which would miraculously disappear only during school holidays), but what I experienced last week was more than a simple migraine. I am okay now, and I am trying to sort my diet out. Work is getting calmer now, so I should be able to take more frequent breaks and concentrate my self into my new regime. Yes, I feel I have to get back into a friendly regime. My aim is to accomplish all my chores (including: finish redecorating the flat (we are getting there), buying presents, attending the various Xmas parties) without getting stressed about it. Another good year-end resolution is to start cooking again. I did prepare an easy dinner yesterday and I am going to cook tonight. Go on, Amicacarmilla!! : )
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I know you want to know about my SPA day: it was great, but (there is always a *but*) it was too crowded for my and Valentina’s tastes. After all you go to these places to relax and unplug yourself, you also want it to be a bit exclusive (like an oasis in the middle of the city), but it was almost impossible snore in the snooze area because of all the chat chat chat coming from the adjacent carp lounge. So, at the end of the day Valentina and I decided to complain about it in our own style (mine softer; Valentina’s sterner). Our duo strategy paid us off: we got a free day membership to use early next year! Go on Amicacarmilla! It was great to be able to walk in sloth mode between the Thai seating area, the snooze zone, and the lounge in swimming costume and dressing gown. We had several saunas and Hamman followed by boosting chilly showers; we swam in a warm pool; we tried on all the available beauty products in the shop; had colour relaxation therapy; a lovely facial treatment and we were offered a scary skin consultation: seeing yourself through an ultraviolet lit mirror and The facial treatment is what I enjoyed most: it started with a foot scrub and massage, face cleaning, cooling menthol scrub, rose and pear oil face, head and shoulder massage, charcoal hot face mask and moisturiser. Two products I truly recommend:

Friday 24 November 2006

Wednesday 22 November 2006

Sucking Culture till I drop

Since my last post, I have been attending regularly my private Spanish tuition, whose cycle is now close to an end; Amanda, Claire and I celebrated Liz’ birthday at Belgo and Valentina had her birthday do at Guanabara; I went to see the intense and moving Lady of Burma with Joseph, Lofty, Michela and Tariq; tried, but failed, to go and watch an amateur performance with Alessandra and Graziella (and had instead the best pizza in London); dined at the bowl club with Lofty’s parents in occasion of his mum’s 60th birthday; went for a nice Sunday walk in the woods with the Lofty’s family; and yesterday six of us went to the Royal Albert Hall for a recreational orchestra concert performed by the young pupils of Surrey (Unknown Region). My evening highlights are definitely the jazz performance, the drums and the little boys playing harps. The second half of it was never-ending (the whole concert lasted 3 and a half hours!), but I am glad that I stayed till the end to listen to the senior students’ singing and to watch the balloons gently coming down from the ceilings. The bonus to this free night (offered by my company) was that we had top seats: a private central box! it was magical to be part of the magical world of children for a night....
View from the box
Well, I am in trouble now: I have not updated my blog in ages and now I have too much to write. I have been so socially engaged that I even mixed days up and texted happy birthday to my dad on the wrong way! To offset, I have remembered Ary’s birthday this morning. Happy birthday again, Aribu! So, instead of getting mad for my lack of writing diligence and to put my conscience at rest, I declare this blog on hiatus until things calm down ~ at least officially, which means that I am allowed to post stuff every now and then. I will put this break to constructive use by participating to as many cultural activities as I can. Xmas in no longer for me a day, it is now a month. During this *Xmas month*, I have three parties lined up; a drink night; a special visit from Italy; an evening at the Nutcrackers with Sian and Alessandra (*Los Schiaccianoci* in Italian); possibly a Xmas concert at the Royal Albert Hall; and finally a girly night in Brighton, where one of my friends is moving next month (I am not allowed as yet to reveal her name)—all of this prior to my parents' arrival on the 23rd!
I have also been reading an awful lot of novels (considering my modest spare time): The Shadow of the Wind; the Time Traveller's Wife; Atonement; Joanne Harris' Short Stories (kindly donated by my friend Alessandra); and now The Inheriance of Loss, winner of the Man Booker Prize; Charlie and Lola; How to Catch a Star; etc. On top of all of this outing, I am trying to update my look. To this end, I have booked a SPA DAY in central London with my friend Valentina (mens sana in corpore sano) and have been window shopping ~ mainly online.
Finally, here is a rich wish list which I keep reminding myself: Films Pan’s Labyrinth The Science of Sleep Babel Little Children The last King of Scotland Il Caimano Casino Royale Happy Feet The March of the Penguins Marie Antoinette
2007 Plays Madame Butterfly Dirty Dancing Billy Elliott Summer and Smoke, starring Rosamund Pike Exhibitions I have still to try the slides at the Tate Serpentine Gallery A short visit to the White Cube Visit to Indica, the new experimental art space in Soho

Wednesday 8 November 2006

Style notes

... learnt this past Sunday at Spitafields Market ... ~ ClaraFrancis for chunky jewellery ~ ilovelowie for cool knitted accessories ~ Amanda Mansell's bespoke creations (she is also very kind!) ... and that the howl is the symbol of wisdom.

Saturday 4 November 2006

Breakfast with Celebs

Perhaps this is just one of the *advantages* of living in a big capital, but over the last month I happened to bump more or less accidentally into the so-called Very Important People.
First, I went to see Keven Spacey at the Old Vic and met him after the show for an autograph on the script; O'Neill's A moon for the Misbegotten, and a bonus smile.

A the Frieze Art Fair, which offered miles of contemporary art displayed by the biggest art galleries in the world, I bumped into Zadie Smith, wandering around in all her splendour, and into the YBA Tracey Smith.

On Thursday 2 November the screening of Babel concluded the London Film Festival. After watching the Bulgarian film, Monkey in Winter and passively participated to the post-film debate with its director and producer, my LFF was coroneted by Michele Placido's last film: Romanzo Criminale, chronicling one of the most interesting and shocking political period of Italian history since the war, which I particularly enjoyed for the shocking plot, for Kim Rossi Stuart, Pierfrancesco Favino and Claudio Santamaria's interpretations (see photo below), but certainly not for the appalling actresses' acting. Anyway, half way through the film Valentina and I realised to have sat next to the director! I hope he did not mind too much our whispered commentini... : )

Unfortunately they were not at the cinema.

Friday 3 November 2006

Happy Silvia's Day

My dad has just reminded me that today is St. Silvia.
Here a bit of historical background about one of the three saint Silvias: Mother of Pope St. Gregory the Great, born about 515 (525?); died about 592. There is unfortunately no life of Silvia and a few scanty notices are all that is extant concerning her. Her native place is sometimes given as Sicily, sometimes as Rome. Apparently she was of as distinguished family as her husband, the Roman regionarius, Gordianus. She had, besides Gregory, a second son. Silvia was noted for her great piety, and she gave her sons an excellent education. After the death of her husband she devoted herself entirely to religion in the "new cell by the gate of blessed Paul" (cella nova juxta portam beati Pauli). Gregory the Great had a mosaic portrait of his parents executed at the monastery of St. Andrew; it is minutely described by Johannes Diaconus (P.L., LXXV, 229-30). Silvia was portrayed sitting with the face, in which the wrinkles of age could not extinguish the beauty, in full view; the eyes were large and blue, and the expression was gracious and animated. The veneration of St. Silvia is of early date. In the ninth century an oratory was erected over her former dwelling, near the Basilica of San Saba. Pope Clement VIII (1592-1605) inserted her name under 3 November in the Roman Martyrology. She is invoked by pregnant women for a safe delivery.
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Nella leggenda delle origini di Roma, Silvia era la madre dei gemelli, Romolo e Remo, amata da Marte, il dio guerriero degli Italici. E quello di madre è il maggior titolo di gloria anche della Silvia cristiana, o almeno della più celebre delle due Sante che ripetono questo gentile nome silvestre.Oggi ricorre la festa della seconda Santa Silvia, che in realtà visse più di un secolo prima, e morì nel 420. I martirologi greci ricordano come questa sorella di Rufino, prefetto d'Oriente, fosse con la sua virtù di edificazione a tutta la città di Costantinopoli, dove visse. Qualcuno la disse la fanciulla più dotta del suo secolo, e più zelante nel difendere, con i grandi uomini del suo tempo, la dottrina ortodossa contro le insidie dell'eresia.L'altra Silvia, come abbiamo detto, fu invece madre: non di un fondatore di città, ma di un grande Pontefice, San Gregorio Magno, Dottore della Chiesa e gloria della Roma dei VI secolo.Si può ricordare anche la santità di Tersilla e di Emiliana, o Amelia, cognate di Silvia e zie di San Gregorio, il quale perciò vide la luce e crebbe, nel vasto palazzo sul Celio, in mezzo ad una famiglia veramente esemplare. Una famiglia di veri-cristiani e di Romani autentici; ai quali la nobiltà di sangue non impediva l'altezza della fede; l'elevata condizione non ostacolava la purezza dei costumi; la notorietà pubblica non contraddiceva alla modestia privata. Esemplare il padre, il Senatore Gordiano: un Romano all'antica, che reggeva saggiamente o austeramente il grande palazzo sul Celio, e che finì per entrare anch’egli in religione. Luminose di pietà le zie materne, Tersilla ed Emiliana, consacratesi insieme a Dio, e che conservarono nella loro serena senescenza la chiarezza d'animo di due fanciulle.Ma soprattutto esemplare la figura di Silvia, la madre provvida e benefica, che seppe conciliare le esigenze della guida di una famiglia, rappresentate dal Senatore Gordiano, con il desiderio di perfezione spirituale, rappresentato dalle due cognate. Pur senza notizie precise sul conto di Silvia la sua santità traspare luminosamente attraverso la santità del figlio. Su di lui, infatti, l'esempio e l'insegnamento della madre deve avere avuto un peso che non si può ignorare.C'è infatti una circostanza strana. Gregorio, diventato monaco, poi diacono, poi nunzio pontificio e finalmente Papa, ci ha parlato nelle sue Omelie, della devota vita e della santa morte delle sue zie, Tersilla ed Emiliana. Non ha però parlato di sua madre, di Silvia, altro che per inciso, dicendo che ella assisté la cognata Tersilla nel sereno trapasso.Perciò i pochi particolari che sappiamo sulla vita di Santa Silvia, sono stati tratti da altre fonti. Da Giovanni Diacono, per esempio, sappiamo il pittoresco e domestico episodio di Silvia che, restata vedova, rinvigorisce il figlio Gregorio nutrendolo con legumi freschi.Più tardi, quando Gregorio, non ebbe più bisogno del suo nutrimento e neanche della sua guida, Silvia abbandonò il mondo e si ritirò a vita claustrale, isolandosi presso la basilica di San Paolo, fuor delle mura di Roma. Non si sa bene neanche in quale anno sia morta, ma forse non molto prima del figlio, a tarda età, verso il 590.
Fonte: Archivio Parrocchia